Li He is a famous poet of the Tang Dynasty who is as famous as the "Poetry Sage" Du Fu, the "Poetry Immortal" Li Bai and the "Poetry Buddha" Wang Wei. Together with Li Bai and Li Shangyin, they are called the Three Lis of the Tang Dynasty.
Li He's poetry is extremely imaginative, and he often uses myths and legends to support the past and present. Therefore, later generations often call him a "ghost genius" and a "poetry ghost", and his poems are called "Ghosts and Immortals". Ci". There is a saying that "Taibai is an immortal talent, Changji is a ghost talent".
1. Yanmen Taishou's trip
Black clouds are pressing down on the city, about to destroy it, and the armor's light opens towards the sun's golden scales. The sound of the trumpet fills the autumn sky, stuffed with swallow fat and the night is purple. A half-rolled red flag stands near the Yishui River, but the sound of heavy frost and cold drums cannot be heard. Report your favor on the golden stage, support the Jade Dragon and die for you!
2. The Golden Bronze Immortal Says Chinese Songs
Liu Lang, Maoling, is a guest in the autumn wind. He hears horses neighing at night and leaves no trace at dawn. The osmanthus tree hangs the autumn fragrance on the picture railing, and the earth flowers in the thirty-sixth palace are green. Wei Guan leads the chariot and points thousands of miles, and the sour wind of Dongguan hits his eyes. The Han moon comes out of the palace gate in the sky, and my tears are like lead water when I remember you. Shei Lan saw off his guests on the road to Xianyang. If the sky is affectionate, the sky will also grow old. Carrying a plate alone out of the desolate moon, Weicheng is far away and the sound of waves is small.
3. Li Ping's konghou citation
Wu Si, Shutong and Zhang Gaoqiu, the empty mountain is condensed with clouds that are not flowing. Jiang E cries about the sorrow of women in bamboo, while Li Ping plays the Chinese harp. Kunshan's broken jade phoenix screams, hibiscus weeps and dew fragrant orchid smiles. Cold light melted in front of the twelve doors, and twenty-three silk threads moved the purple emperor. Where Nuwa refines stones to mend the sky, the stones break the sky and make the autumn rain startle. I dreamed of entering the sacred mountain to teach the goddess, and the old fish danced the thin dragon dance. Wu Zhi sleepless and leans against the osmanthus tree, flying wet and cold rabbits sideways with bare feet.
4. Thirteen Poems in the South Garden
One of them
The flowers, branches, grass and vines are blooming in the eyes, and the little white hair is red on the female cheeks. It's a pity that the sweet fragrance is falling at dusk, and there is no need for a matchmaker when marrying with the spring breeze.
Fifth
Why don’t men take Wu hooks and collect the fifty states in Guanshan? Please come to Lingyan Pavilion for a while. How can I be a scholar and a marquis of ten thousand households?
Part six
Looking for chapters and excerpts from old carvings, a jade bow hangs as a curtain under the dawn moon. Without seeing the Liaohai sea every year, where can the article cry about the autumn wind?
5. About to enter the wine
The glass bell is rich in amber, and the wine in the small trough is dripping with true pearl red. Cooking dragons, cannons, phoenixes and jade fat weeping, Luo embroidered curtains surround the fragrant wind. Play the dragon flute, beat the drum, sing with white teeth, and dance with a slim waist. What's more, the days of youth are approaching, and the peach blossoms are falling like red rain. I advise you to be drunk all day long, and the wine will not be buried in Liu Ling's grave.
6. Su Xiaoxiao’s tomb
The orchid dew is like crying eyes. Nothing can unite, and fireworks cannot be cut. The grass is like grass and the pines are like canopy. The wind is a garment and the water is a pendant. Oil-walled car, treat each other in the evening. Cold green candle, labor of glory. Under the Xiling, the wind blows and rains.
7. Twenty-three Horse Poems
Part 4
This horse is not a horse, the star in the room is actually a star. Knocking the thin bones forward still has the sound of copper.
Part 5
The sand in the desert is like snow, and the moon in Yanshan Mountain is like a hook. Why should I be golden and have a strong brain? Walk quickly to enjoy the clear autumn.
Eighth
The red rabbit has no one to use it, so it must be ridden by Lu Bu. I heard that Guo dismounted and restrained the barbarians.
8. The bitter days are short
The flying light is shining brightly, I urge you to drink a glass of wine. I don’t know that the blue sky is high and the yellow earth is thick. Only the cold moon and warm sun come to fry people's life. If you eat bears, you will be fat; if you eat frogs, you will be thin. Where is the God? Is Taiyian there? There is a Ruomu tree in the east of the sky, with a dragon holding a candle underneath. I will cut off the dragon's feet and chew its flesh so that it cannot return to the court and cannot lie down at night. Naturally, the old will never die, and the young will never cry. Why take gold and swallow white jade? Who is like Mr. Ren, riding a green donkey in the clouds? There are many bones in Liu Che's mausoleum, and there are abalones in Ying Zhengzi's coffin.
9. Mengtian
The old rabbit and the cold toad are weeping in the sky, and the walls of the cloud tower are half-open and slanting white. The moon is rolling with dew and the light is wet, and the Luan Pei meets the fragrant osmanthus street. Under the three mountains of yellow dust and clear water, the changes of thousands of years are like a running horse. Looking at Qizhou's nine-point smoke in the distance, a glass of sea water pours down.
10. To the wine shop
A glass of wine in a lonely place, the host will serve the guest and live a long life. The master's father was trapped in his journey to the west and could not return, so his family broke the willow in front of the door. I heard that Ma Zhou was a new guest in the past, and no one knew him in the world. Kong Jiang wrote two lines of writing on the paper, directly offending Long Yan to ask for his favor. I'm so enchanted that I can't move. When the rooster sings, the whole world becomes white. The young man should take care of his worries, but who can think of Youhan and sit there groaning?
11. Ballads from the Sky
The Milky Way drifts back to the stars at night, and the flowing clouds in Yinpu imitate the sound of water. The flowers of the osmanthus tree in the Jade Palace have not yet fallen, and the immortal concubine is picking up incense and hanging her tassels. Concubine Qin rolls up the curtains and sees the dawn at the north window. In front of the window are green tung trees and small phoenixes. The prince plays the sheng and the goose pipe, and calls the dragon to plow tobacco and grow yao grass. Pink clouds, red ribbon and lotus root silk skirt, walking on the green island picking up orchids and spring flowers. To the east, Xihe can move his horse, and the sea dust is regenerated under the stone mountain.
12. Bamboo
When entering the water, the light moves, and the green shadows appear in spring. There are bamboo shoots growing in the dew, and the moss color brushes the frost roots. The weaving can bear the fragrance and sweat, and the cutting can be used to catch brocade scales. Three beams were used, and one section was dedicated to Wang Sun.
13. Song of Joy
The autumn wind blows the dry grass on the ground, and the beautiful green shadows are born with the late cold. When I was twenty, I felt dissatisfied. I was as sad as a withered orchid. His clothes are like flying quails and his horses are like dogs. When Lin Qi strikes his sword, he roars with copper. Qiting dismounted and took off his autumn clothes, and asked Yiyang to have a pot of wine. When the sky is called in the pot, the clouds do not open, and the day is thousands of miles leisurely and desolate. The master advised me to nourish my heart and bones and not to be filled with worldly things.
14. Autumn is coming
The wind in the tung trees is frightening and the strong men are suffering, the lamps are fading and the wefts are weeping in the cold weather. Whoever reads the Qing Jian compiled book will not send flowers, insects, powdery beetles, etc. My thoughts should be straight tonight, the cold rain and fragrant soul hang on the scholar. The ghosts in autumn graves sing Bao family poems, hating the blue of the earth for thousands of years.
15. Chinese Valentine's Day
Biepu is dark today, and the curtain is dark at midnight. The magpie's poem threads the moon, and the flowers enter the exposure building. There is a golden mirror in the sky, and a jade hook in the world. Su Xiaoxiao in Qiantang is even more worthy of autumn.
16. Leaving the city
There are few sweet-scented osmanthus flowers under the snow, and the crow cries and is shot back. Riding on the shadow of a donkey in the water, Qin Feng's hat belt hangs down. Sincerity is important when entering the country, but it is sad to have no seal. Qingqing reluctantly asked, with tears in her eyes in the mirror.
17. The Old Man's Song of Picking Jade
When picking jade, the water must be green, and the steps are swaying while carving. The old man is hungry and cold, and the dragon is worried. The water in the blue stream is not pure. In the rainy night, I eat wild rice on the hillside, and the cuckoo bleeds from the mouth and the old man sheds tears. The water of the blue stream hates living people, and I hate the stream after a thousand years of death. The cypress trees on the leaning mountain are roaring in the wind and rain, and green curls hang from the rope hanging from the foot of the spring. The white house in the cold village is in memory of the delicate baby, and the intestinal grass is hanging on the stone slab of the ancient terrace.
18. Saixiaqu
Hujiao attracts the north wind, and Jimen is white on the water. The sky contains Qinghai Road, and the city is thousands of miles away. The flag is covered with dew, and the cold gold is ringing at night. Fan armor locks snake scales, and the horse's neighing green tomb is white. Qiu Jing sees the headdress, and the sand is far away to restrain sorrow. The sky in the north of the tent should be exhausted, and the sound of the river flows out of the dam.
19. Shu Guoxian
The evening liquidambar flowers are quiet, and the southern mountains are shadowed in Jinshui. The ape is sad when the stone falls from the shock, and the bamboo clouds are sad for half the ridge. Qiupu is born in the cool moon, and the jade sand is sparkling. Whose red-tears guest cannot bear to cross Qutang?
20. A trip to the fields in Nanshan
The autumn fields are bright, the autumn wind is white, and the pond water is full of worms. Cloud roots and mossy rocks on the mountain are cold red and weeping like dew. In September, there are rice forks in the wilderness, and fireflies fly low and the long path is slanted. Stone veins, flowing water, springs dripping sand, ghost lamps like paint dotted with pine flowers.
21. Wild Song
A mulberry bow with arrows from the crow feathers and feathers shoots down the reed in the sky. Wearing linen, black and fat, we rush into the north wind, bringing wine and singing in the fields at night. A man's heart is not poor when he is poor, but he is angry with God when he is withered and prosperous. The cold wind has turned into spring willows again, and the strips are covered in smoke.
22. The rain stagnates in Chongyi.
Whose family is here to feel the autumn of Chang'an. In the prime of life, people hold grudges, and weeping in dreams makes them grow old. The thin horse's fodder rots the grass, and the raindrops float in the cold ditch. The ancient curtains in the Nangong are dark, and the wet scenery is passed down. The home mountain is thousands of miles away, the clouds are at the foot of the sky and the sky is at the east end. When I sleep in sorrow, I sleep on my sword box, and when I sleep in the guest room, I dream of becoming a marquis.
23. A leisurely journey in ancient times
The white scenery returns to the Western Mountains, and the green flowers are far away. Where can the present and past end? Thousands of years will be blown away by the wind. The sand on the sea turns into stone, and the fish foam blows on the Qin Bridge. The empty light wanders far away, and the copper pillar disappears from time to time.
24. Song of the Emperor's Son
The bright moon is a thousand miles away in Dongting, and the cool breeze is accompanied by the cries of wild geese in the sky. He died on the nine-section calamus stone, and the god of Hunan played his harp to welcome the emperor's son. The old osmanthus on the mountaintop is blowing ancient fragrance, and the female dragon is complaining about the cold water. Shiro Shiro, a fisherman from Shapu, takes the pearls and throws them at the Dragon Hall.
25. Envoy from Kunlun
There is no news from the envoy from Kunlun, and the smoke and trees in the mausoleum look sad. The jade dew drips from the golden plate, and the vitality cannot be collected. The stone text on the back of the unicorn is cracked, and the red branches are broken under the scales of the hornet dragon. Where does it hurt the hearts of all nations? In the middle of the sky, the moon shines brightly for a long time.
26. Wushan Mountain is high
The green mountains are high in the sky, and the river is rolling and the gods are dragging smoke. The soul of Chu is looking for a dream, the wind is blowing, the morning wind is flying and the rain is gathering moss. It will be a thousand years since Yao Ji passed away, and the lilac and bamboo will sing to the old ape. The ancient temple is close to the moon, the toads and osmanthus are cold, and the pepper blossoms fall among the red and wet clouds.
27. Song of Remaining Silk
The old oriole feeds her baby on the weeping poplar leaves, and the remaining silk is about to be cut off and the wasp returns. A young man with green temples and a gold hairpin comes to visit, and amber sinks in the powder pot. The flower bed is about to leave in late spring, and the fallen flowers are dancing in the wind. I don’t know how many elms are urging each other, but Shen Langqing’s money is on the road to the city.
28. Cold in the North
One side is black and three sides are purple, and the ice of the Yellow River merges with fish and dragons to death. Three feet of wood can cut off literature and science, and a hundred stones can force a car on the river. The frost flowers and grass are as big as money, and you can't swing a knife into the misty sky. The sea water is flying and noisy, and the mountain waterfall is silent and the jade rainbow hangs.
29. Four poems about new bamboo shoots in Changgu Beiyuan
One of them
The bamboo shoots fall on the long pole and the jade is cut open. You see that the mother bamboo shoots are dragon wood. It is easier to pump a thousand feet in one night, but not to mention a few inches of mud in the pond.
Second
Cut out the green light to write Chu Ci, the greasy fragrance of spring powder leaves the black. No one can see the ruthless and hateful dew. Tens of thousands of branches are crying under the pressure of smoke.
30. Yang Sheng’s Blue and White Purple Stone Inkstone Song
Duanzhou stoneworkers are as skillful as gods, sharpening their swords in the sky and cutting purple clouds. The servant's lips were full of water, secretly dripping with Chang Hong's cold blood. The gauze curtains are warm during the day, and the ink flowers are blooming in spring, and the foam, pine and musk smoke are lightly soaked and drifted. Dry, greasy, thin and heavy, the feet are evenly erected, and there is only a few inches of light in autumn without the dusk of the sun. The sound of the round cents is quiet and new, but the width of the hole and inkstone is so stubborn!
The culture of poetry is broad and profound and is the essence of Chinese civilization. Who, men, women and children, can't recite a few lines?